At the moment when the Seven Yang Flower entered the body, a clear stream quickly merged into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra of Millet, exuding a faint coolness, relieving the burning pain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As the effect of the Seven Sunflower blended into its bone marrow, into its flesh and blood, the flames that had originally burned its flesh no longer came out, but returned to the inside, constantly calcining its meridians.

This calcination is not burning, but reshaping.

The broken meridians quickly dissolved, new ones were formed, and the excess flesh was burned clean by the restrained flames.

In an instant, the huge flame shrank dramatically.

After more than ten minutes, the small flame was only one meter in size.

When all the flames disappeared, what appeared in front of Ji Letian was a fiery red mouse, although its body was much larger than that of ordinary mice, but it was much smaller than its younger brothers.

In addition to the change in body shape, the appearance of this mouse has also changed dramatically, a bit like a hamster before the end of the world, and it is a little cute in its wit. If it's a little smaller, it's definitely a girl's favorite pet.

"Mimi, Mimi."

At the moment of successful transformation, Xiaomi saw her new appearance in front of the glass-like mirror, and shouted a few times with satisfaction.

Although it is different from what it imagined, it is an extremely huge improvement.

As long as it keeps trying, it will definitely become a handsome creature.

"What's next."

Just as Millet was silent in joy, a voice sounded in its ears.

Quietly, dozens of rays of light rose around it and its little brothers, and golden lights flickered and flew in the air, looking quite terrifying.

No one would doubt the lethality of those golden rays.

When the demon rat led the evolution, Ji Letian had already buried thirty-six high-level spirit swords around him, and arranged them into the Tiangang Sword Array, and after such a period of time, the power of the sword array was already quite considerable.

As long as Ji Letian's mind moves, the remaining hundreds of demon rats in the field will be beheaded.

Although they were rescued by their leadership, most of the demon rats still couldn't resist the disappearance of water in their bodies, and their souls returned to the underworld, and the rest were newborns who were protected by the rest of the demon rats, and their strength was not strong.

Even so, Ji Lotian will not let them go easily. What's more, he didn't know what this demon rat would do after it evolved, after all, they had killed so many of its younger brothers.

If safety cannot be guaranteed, Ji Lotian would rather exterminate them all.

"Shangxian... Mi..."

As soon as he was about to speak, Xiaomi was frightened by his own voice.

It didn't really speak, but a voice lingered in its ears.

What the situation is, it is.

It seemed that the voice came from itself, but it hadn't opened its mouth yet, it was just thinking about it.

And Ji Letian is very familiar with this situation, this is clearly the transmission between high-level immortal cultivators.

In fact, the sound transmission is not mysterious, but the immortal power oscillates in a certain frequency, which can only be heard by a certain party. If the immortal power of one side is strong enough, then the distance can be continuously extended, and even spread thousands of miles away, that is the transmission of thousands of miles from the outside world.

Immortal cultivators in the Ning Dan stage basically know this little skill.

It's just that for demon beasts, it's a bit difficult, after all, the frequency of their speech is not on the same sound channel as the frequency of human speech, and it takes extremely strong strength to adjust.

Except for the immortal pets that have the same soul, only the demon beasts above the seventh order can change their own audio at will, reaching the point where they can communicate with humans without hindrance.

However, these so-called restrictions are nothing at all to the innate primordial spirits who have been favored by heaven and earth.

At this time, the demon rat that had evolved into a fire spirit rat could naturally easily adjust its own sound channel frequency.

"Oh, tell me what you think."

Following the oscillating frequency of the other party's voice, Ji Lotian immediately found the other party's audio and asked.

It is said that the voice of this fire spirit mouse is quite like a human child, which sounds quite pleasant, making his killing intent faintly a little less.

"I... Cat’s meow... I can... Can lead the clan... The race leaves... Here, forever... Don't set foot on... Set foot on your territory. ”

Some are not accustomed to using sound transmission techniques, and Xiaomi stumbles to say what he thinks.

It found that when it said these words, it felt a sense of accomplishment in its heart.

It was chased and killed by humans in the past, and one day it can communicate normally with humans, and it is with this powerful human.

"I spent so much manpower and material resources, and I wasted an extremely precious Seven Yang Flower, so forget it?"

After listening to the conditions of the fire spirit mouse, the corners of Ji Letian's mouth curled slightly.

He didn't bother with the other party's evolution, and gave a precious Seven Yang Flower, how could it be just like that, this was completely out of line with his style.

He is not a saint with no teaching.

"That's... As long as the immortals... Put mine... Little brother, I'll give it to the immortals... Be a little brother for a lifetime. ”

After experiencing the pain of burning her body and burning her bones before, Millet naturally knew the preciousness of that fairy flower.

If it didn't have the divine power of that fairy flower, it would have been burned by the flames a long time ago, and it would be impossible for it to communicate freely with the other party at this moment.

For this reason, Xiaomi feels that there is nothing wrong with being committed, not to mention that this human being is so powerful that it is enough to be its boss.

"There is no need for this, as long as you give me one-tenth of the Yuan Spirit."

Shaking his head and rejecting the other party's proposal, Ji Lotian said his request.

The cultivation speed of the innate Yuan Spirit is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people, even Ji Letian, who is a cultivator of the Second Immortal, does not dare to guarantee to stabilize the other party's cultivation realm, and if he is not careful, he will end up with a demon pet backlash.

However, there is a method for the innate primordial spirit, that is, you can separate part of the primordial spirit and recondense a new life.

In addition to being slightly inferior in strength, the new life also has most of the abilities of the innate primordial spirit, which is equivalent to a weakened version of the innate primordial spirit. Moreover, the newborn life is completely a blank sheet of paper that can be portrayed at will, and there is no doubt about loyalty.

The most important thing is that as long as he controls that small part of the Yuan Spirit, he can make his own innate Yuan Spirit subject to him.

In this way, why does Ji Letian need this fire spirit mouse as his pet, anyway, he has no shortage of powerful immortal pets.

"Yes."

When he evolved into a fire spirit mouse, Xiaomi realized some secret methods from heaven and earth, and the art of dividing the Yuan Spirit was naturally among them.

Although he knew that if he separated part of the Yuan Spirit, his strength might be damaged, and he might be subject to others for the rest of his life, but in order to repay his kindness and protect the remaining little brothers, Xiaomi agreed without hesitation.

It knew that as long as it shook its head, it might still have a glimmer of life, and the rest of the little brothers would not be far from death.

Just do it, Xiaomi gritted his teeth, and a faint line of fire flowed out of its body.

A painful pain came from the bottom of my heart, and the feeling of being pierced through the heart was no weaker than the pain of being burned by the fire before. (To be continued.) )